It's the little things that make my happy. Like getting one of Miss Cupcake's rare kisses that for a change hits its intended target and does not end up on my shoulder, head or knee. Or the joy of discovering the wonderful Candi Staton that is currently filling the room with soul, making me want an afro haircut with matching comb included. Even eating yet another dark chocolate covered almond from Trader's Joe counts.
The little things are what makes an ordinary day special. Like getting my name tag at work for example, and marvel at the fact that they managed to spell my name correctly.
Ok. The two dots over the 'o' is missing, but let's not get picky.
Ok. The two dots over the 'o' is missing, but let's not get picky.
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